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HopeFull
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This is part of the Daily Random Colour Challenge
Saturday, 12th of April 2014, the colour is:
Up in a tree #709E3A
PS: Items using past IFRC colours can be submitted to the ANYRC page* COPY AND PASTE BADGE CODE
a merciless moon
macah
Bluesinger
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Wordofmouse
Wordofmouse
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shall314
Wordofmouse wrote:
Wordofmouse
Otherwise as no one has admin rights we either need the poster to delete or amend the post with the error in it or try and contact site admin to see if they can do it.... it;s usually just a missing closing DIV or dropped bracket....I'm not sure which post threw it out... it's usually the one immediately before the posts start looking weird....
shall314 wrote:
Wordofmouse
HopeFull
HopeFull
shall314
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines,
gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.
Great souls die
and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us.
Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed.
M00nSlippers
shall314